On a small farm in the middle of the country, a retired young race horse named Daniel walked around his pen, surveying his surroundings. The piglets slept with their mother, the cows chewed on their hay, the chickens gossiped about who laid the most eggs during the month, and the sheep bragged about how much more useful they were compared to the other farm animals. With everyone assigned to their own little groups, as a solo animal his only true companion came in the form of a female barn rat named Luscious, who always found time to keep him company while stuffing her face with what she gathered during the day. In his previous day's Daniel would tear up the tracks with some of the fiercest competition in the county. His years of competitive training was put to the test against larger and at times quicker stallions that got his blood pumping and his previous owner shouting in his ears always to go faster. He had won a few races, but his time as a race horse was ultimately cut short when he sustained a leg injury. The vet gave him the care he needed, but his owner had higher standards when it came to having a horse who can win races. As soon as Daniel was capable of walking again, his owner took him to market the first chance he got and sold him to a farmer who needed a beast to plow his fields. His new owner wasn’t as harsh as his previous one thankfully. He was a bit of a drunk who couldn’t keep the plow steady at times, and often when he swung the lash he would miss. Daniel plowed a couple fields for the season and now often spent his time roaming around his pen or giving his owner's grandchildren a ride when they came over. His previous profession and training meant nothing now, which didn’t bother him really. All the exercising he did was a total drag. But his true passion didn’t dawn on him until he came to the barn. After his owner and wife gathered all the apples in the orchard, Daniel was responsible for wheeling them back to the barn. The last shipment however rested beside his pen, when the farmer grew fatigued from the day’s work and wanted to head inside for the night. With his dinner growing cold and another bottle of whiskey calling to him, he undid Daniel’s reigns and shut the pen behind him. Daniel made his way to his hay bed in the back, but the pungent smell of freshly picked apples caught his attention. Turning around, his stomach grumbled at the sight of all those shiny red beauties just sitting there in his reach. Daniel still had his oats near his bed, but the temptation to feast on some apples was too strong. He made his way over to the cart, mouth watering as the smell of fresh apples touched his muzzle. Looking over at the house, he checked to see if the farmer was watching. Getting the all clear, he helped himself to as many apples as he could. Not only eating them because he was hungry, but because it wasn’t often he was able to enjoy a delicacy like these in such large quantity. After midnight, Daniel found himself groaning and straining to make his way back to his hay bed. What he originally thought was going to be enough apples to make him content, turned into enough apples to weigh him down. Even after eating up to his limit, the stallion felt the compulsion to keep gorging, filling his stomach past its breaking point and reaching untouched levels of gluttony. Even when apples were out of his reach he forced his neck to stretch just a little farther for that next apple. Now he was fuller than he had ever thought possible, and what’s more, he liked it. Hefting all that weight, belly nearly reaching the ground, and the sound of all he gorged on sloshing and churning in the middle of the night; all of it felt so incredibly natural to him. Burning off all the calories he did with training and racing made him a bit of a heavy eater; eating being the only thing he enjoyed most of all in his old life. His newfound gluttony must have been a result of his body wishing to be kept well fed and fueled, which he welcomed with open hooves. Plopping to the ground he moaned at the squelch of his stomach, giving it a couple smacks with a free hoof and feeling his gut slosh and glorp at its impact. He knew he could definitely get used to this new way of life, so long as he took every opportunity he can. By morning the farmer was so hungover he didn’t think whether the cart was full of apples or empty. Likewise he didn’t bother to look over his horse, who was still snoozing with a bloated belly as he tried to sleep the weight off. Daniel would come to relish that feeling whenever he was able to stuff himself with a barrel of apples or sneakily gorge on an entire bag of oats. Even the farmers daughter enabled his gluttony as she brought over a bushel of apples each time she visited. Each day he searched for a discreet way to gorge himself, lest his owners put him on a diet. As a result of his indulgence Daniel became significantly tubbier than when he first arrived. His neck and shoulders slightly plumped up. His belly started pressing against his legs and had grown too wide to wrap a saddle around him. He spent more time sleeping just to rest off his previous nights gorging. And when he woke he looked for yet another opportunity stuff himself. Today Daniel waited for the farmer to muzzle him his oat pouch, or tie up a hay bale for him. He was abnormally late though, as the sun continued to set further on the horizon, and his gut grumbled for some form of sustenance. Even his wife occasionally peered down the road to see if a car was coming or not. In her constant checking, she failed to notice the rat leaving the kitchen window with a lunch bag carrying food. Who then made her way over to Daniel, laying with her back to the wooden fence as she dug through her bag for something to eat. “I figured you’d be stuffing your face with some oats by now. You going on a diet?” Daniel snorted in frustration, “Come on Luscious, I practically am at this rate. Why hasn’t he come back yet?” “Well he’s certainly helped me out,” she said as she rested a banana on her belly. “Got myself quite a haul today. Might even struggle to squeeze in my burrow too.” “Lucky you. You can go where you please, eat what you want when you want. Meanwhile I have to wait for the farmer to feed me or let me out for a bit. If I could leave this pen whenever I pleased who knows what kinds of gluttony I’d get myself into.” “So, what’s stopping you,” the rat said while stuffing her paws into her mouth to gobble up the remainder of a banana. Before Daniel could answer however, he noticed a large black object trailing down the bottom of the road. As the noise of a motor became more apparent, he stomped his hooves with joy at the sight of the farmers truck driving up the hill. His wife also exited the house, hands clenched and on her hips in a disgruntled manner. Neither were too happy at his late arrival, but Daniel’s stomach grumbled for joy. Ready to be satiated at long last. “Where have you been,” shouted the farmer’s wife as he exited the truck. “Pissing more of our money away down at the pub? Ya still owe the landlord his cut and these fields haven’t seen rain in a week. What do ya plan ta do?” The farmer paid no heed as he stumbled over to the door. “I’ll get his money by the end of the week. I need ta clear me head for now.” “And what of yer horse, ya still have ta feed ‘im.” Daniel locked eyes with the farmer, who seemed to look at him with some distain compared to the stallion’s whimsical expression. “He’s already fat enough as it is. He doesn’t need feedin’.” With his wife following him in, the farmer shut the door behind him. Silence followed as Daniel froze with confusion at what the farmer had said. Though he took being called fat as more of a compliment, he never went without food like he did now. He neighed in protest, hoping the farmer would reconsider and come outside to slip on his oat pouch, but nothing happened. Even Luscious was shocked at what happened. “I can’t believe it. It must have been the booze idling his mind or something. Looks like you’ll be eating air tonight my friend.” “He-he can’t do this to me,” Daniel snorted, “I’m still a growing stallion. How does he expect me to do anything on an empty stomach!” “He doesn’t need you to do anything right now though,” Luscious popped a couple grapes into her mouth before swallowing. “So I guess he’ll put you on a diet until then.” “Diet! No-no-no, I can’t go on a diet. No more oats, apples, hay, pears, corn? How can he do this to me?” “Just face it Daniel. You’re getting too big,” she smirked while patting her rotund gut, “if you had a stomach like mine he’d have to make a sideshow attraction out of you instead of needing you to plow some fields.” “No. I worked too hard for too long to get to this size. If he wont feed me, then I’ll just have to feed myself.” “And how are you going to do that?” “Tonight. You’ll see.” Daniel glared over at the shed right beside his pen, and the rusty padlock keeping the door shut. “He thinks I’m fat, I’ll show him fat.” * * * As painful as it was to cope with, Daniel waited until midnight to make his move. The farmer and his wife had been quiet for some time now after a heap of arguing earlier, so they must be sound asleep. He made his way to the front of his pen, where a simple hook lock closed the front gate. Lifting his hoof he simply lifted it open and walked out. It dawned on him how easy it was for him to escape, but he never did out of respect of the farmer, nor did he have a real reason to. But now nothing would stop him from the gorging of his life. His stomach fiercely growling as it kept up his fellow farm animals, including Luscious who walked over to him; grunting as she lugged around a rather bloated belly from the hefty lunch she stole earlier. “You coming too,” Daniel turned his head to Luscious, who barely squeezed under the fence post as she came to his side. “With your stomach keeping everyone up and mine being unable to sleep off all this glut, I don’t have much else to do. So, how do you plan on getting in?” “That lock has been rusted out from all the rain we’ve been getting for months now. Even if it hasn’t rained in a week, I doubt it will hold up to a bit of force.” “Heh, you think a flabby stallion like yourself is going to knock it off?” “I might be bigger than I have been awhile back, but I still have plenty of muscle in these legs.” Standing in front of the door, Daniel looked down at the flimsy lock. It was so rotten it looked as if it were going to fall off all on its own. Lifting his leg once more, he kicked at the lock. Some of the farm animals jolted at the loud bang, but there was still no stirring from the house. Again he kicked, bending the lock a bit, before striking one final time. The hinge swung open, along with the door, exposing a veritable treasure trove of food. Apples picked from the orchard, beets and corn picked from the fields, bags overflowing with oats, and a couple bales of hay to round it out. The entirety of the shed looked filled to the brim with more food than Daniel had seen in a month. “Can you believe this,” he said wide eyed with glee, “I never dreamed the farmer had all this stored in here the whole time.” Luscious also gulped at the veritable smorgasboard to be had. “That is an awful lot to glut,” she rubbed her bloated stomach which gurgled in excitement. “Well what are we waiting for. This will be a night to remember!” Immediately Daniel went for the oats while Luscious huffed and puffed as she waddled toward the apples. She reached out for the nearest one and quickly bit off chunks which she swallowed almost immediately. Her already overcrowded stomach burbled with joy at its constant overfeeding, distending outward as she laid on her side on top of the apple pile. She could feel each apple rounding her out even further, stretching her body past its limits as she forcefully glut herself like never before. Her hedonism never pleasured her more than it had at this very moment, something Daniel was more than happy to finally experience for himself. Like never before the stallion devoured the oats with such voracity it was as if he were eating seeds. Hefty mounds poured down his gullet so rapidly he quickly managed to devour an afternoons lunch in mere minutes. His muzzle completely stuffed itself inside the bag, even lifting it just to pour the remainder inside him. Finishing its contents, he flung it aside, sighing in contentment at having eaten at least a week's worth of oats in one sitting. His stomach also grew quite content, but with several more bags of oats, along with the rest of the meals in the shed, he wasn’t about to stop his gorging now. Joyous sounds of gulping and chewing emanated from within the shed, catching the attention of the other farm animals. From the outside the sheep could see Luscious, bloated to the size of a sack of potatoes, sprawled out with her hind legs nearly buried under her corpulent belly and her paws struggling to reach for more apples atop of the pile. And behind her they saw Daniel, wider than the doorway itself and belly nearly reaching the floorboards. The spectacle these two beasts put on caused everyone to look on in terror or turn their gaze in disgust. But the two gluttons paid no heed, as they were too invested in their gorge to care. An hour quickly passed amid sounds of groaning, belching, and sloshing. Luscious managed to finish the entire apple pile, and along with her earlier feast, she was too fantastically bloated to continue on. She rested her back against the leg of a table, dazily looking up at her friend who also sat to take a moment's rest. She was bloated wider than a watermelon, with a belly sticking a couple feet outward and large enough to rest her paws on top of at eye level. Everything within her gut glorped and squelched as she lovingly patted it for such a job well done. “I’ve never, hic, dreamed that I’d be able to gorge, hic, this much,” her belly sloshed as she wobbled it, “I must have eaten, hic, over thirty apples.” Daniel smiled at his bloated friend, his hooves also patting his large bloated belly which stretched several feet and rested between his hind legs. “This is our purpose Luscious. We were destined to glut like this all the time. Think of all we’ve been missing out on? The sheer amount of food you and I were meant to gorge!” The rat’s stomach churned with gluttonous anticipation, causing her to wince with discomfort due to already being monumentally full. “Hic, please stop, I don’t think this stomach can take anymore. At least, hic, not yet.” “Just think of the wonders your stomach can enjoy. Today it was just a pile of apples. But what if tomorrow it was a whole barrel full? Or a box of bananas, wheelbarrows full of grain, whole shipments of fruits, meats, milk and cheese.” Luscious groaned in discomfort as her belly uproariously grumbled. “Oooh, hic, you really know how to talk to a girl. But I’m afraid, hic, my stomach will have to wait. I really got to, hic, sleep all this off. Who knows how, hic, fat I’ll be in the, hic, morning.” With great difficulty, Luscious strained forward and fell flat on her body; belly and waist spreading in all directions while her back legs lifted off the ground. “Goodnight fatso, hic hilp. It really was a night to, hic hilp, remember.” With that, she slowly pulled herself out of the shed; her immense globe like body sloshing as it rubbed against the ground. Turning back to his own feast, there was plenty left for Daniel to devour. Though his own belly was large enough for him to rest his own hooves on top of, he felt he had barely made a dent in it. Grunting as he leaned forward and got back on his hooves, he grinned as his gut successfully reached the floor. Still, he wouldn’t stop until he was as practically immobile like his much smaller friend. Craning his neck from one meal to the next, Daniel set himself to devouring the beets and corn. He made sure not to spare anything, from the husk of the corn to the leafy bits of the beets. Everything was devoured practically whole, filling up much space in his continuously bloating body. His belly burbled in satisfaction, stretching greatly outward as it covered more space on the ground. Growing so wide he felt his waistline squishing against the edges of the shed. It became increasingly difficult for Daniel to move around inside. What was once a rather roomy place became one where his waistline and belly would bump into things. As it sloshed and squelched Daniel would moan with pleasure at the first time he was able to feel all he had eaten shifting around inside him. The inner belly massage brought about by his churning gluttony aided in his overeating. Which lead him to finishing his last meal, the hay bales. There was much more than he had anticipated, in fact the room seemed overflowing with hay. After a couple hours of finishing off the rest of the food, the stallion took a moment to bask in all he had accomplished. His neck was far more thick, plumped up from all it had to funnel down. His limbs looked to be sinking into his lush shoulders, which were padded in proportion to the rest of him. His hind legs had trouble holding up the large flank he sported, with thighs so meaty they’d put an overweight cow to shame. And finally his pride and joy of a belly grew so wide and so corpulent, it squished against his limbs, and had grown to at least three times its original size. “There has to be enough hay here to feed the farm for a month,” his belly jiggled as he patted it with a free hoof, “and I’m going to gorge it all in less than a day.” With untold ecstasy, he set about eating the hay; slurping it up as if it were spaghetti. The room was an uproar of sloshing as he moved around, glutting what bales he could reach in all directions. Some were on the ground, on tables, or stack on top of each other. And his stomach had to move around to reach all of them. Daniel became so drunk in his gluttony he managed to slurp entire hay bales with ease. Placing his hooves on his titanic gut just to feel the impact it made. The night would go on, with no sound from the farmer’s house. The sheep continued to look on, never having seen an equine devour so much food. Even the farmer’s daughter, who enabled his gluttony by constantly feeding him, wouldn’t believe her eyes if she could see him now. And despite fattening up so wide his waist began enveloping whole tables and pressing against windows, Daniel gorged on. Determined to live out his fantasy, which had now become reality. To live out the remainder of his life, as terrifically fat horse. * * * Twilight covered the sky as sunrise began peering its head in the distant hills. Down by the orchard, the sleeping birds were rudely awakened by a symphony of sounds. A cacophony of sloshing coupled with agonizing groans of a beast in extreme discomfort. Some flew in fear or hid within the foliage at the sight of a large brown blob making its way to the center. But then they looked on mystified as they discovered it was none other than the stallion who lived at the top of the hill. Daniel dragged himself to the largest tree he could find; placing himself under its shade as he lied down on his side. The nights gorge along with all the hay bales he had eaten left him moaning with pleasure as he forcibly hauled his whale like body someplace he could rest in peace without being disturbed. Moaning with the utmost pleasure, his blubbery body would not cease to undulate as he lovingly rubbed a hoof on as much of his corpulent swell as he could reach. The hay in the shed had left him as large as the farmer’s truck, with the remaining hay in the barn helping him to surpass that. His neck had grown immensely thick in order to wolf it all down, with digestion over time adding further layers of fat around his flank, shoulders, and back. But it all paled in comparison to his colossal belly. It had grown so wide it took him ages to squeeze through the shed door. Multiple layers of blubber patted it so well one small ripple would cause the rest of his body to jiggle. The sounds of thunderous sloshing echoed throughout the farm as he struggled down the hill, rolling uncontrollably before coming to a halt at the stone fence surrounding the farm. Daniel relished his newfound size so much he couldn’t stop rubbing his gut with a free hoof. Feeling it sink deeply into a sea of blubber and press against his nights gluttony. His two back legs had long lifted off the ground, both resting against the bottom of his belly. They were spindly little things, like popsicle sticks stuck into two watermelons. As his belly attempted to digest the sheer volume of all he had eaten, its soothing tones put him into a soft slumber. “What a, hic, dream come true,” he said laying his head on the grass. “Never in my life, hic, could I imagine such feasting, hic, and carousing like last night.” He looked down to his incredibly swollen gut. “But this incredible stomach, hic, it can handle it all!” With all his strength, he attempted to roll over. Groaning with pain and pleasure as all his indigested gorge whirled around within him at the sudden change of positioning. Now on his back, he was able to see his belly in all its corpulent glory. Wobbling back and forth, he rested both his hooves atop it this time. He also felt his back legs becoming nearly enveloped, were it not for his oversized flank holding them up. “This stomach, hic, was made for feeding. So begins a new chapter in my life, hic. From this day, hic, and the days to come. Daniel will be, hic, the fattest stallion he can be.” Wobbling his gut with glee, the blob like stallion finally surrendered to sleep. Gleefully he smiled, dreaming of the wide world yet untouched by his gluttonous hooves. There were plenty of gluttonous opportunities in town, at factories, and other farms. He knew Luscious would jump at the chance to join him. And someday, if not already, he’d be proudly known as, the fattest stallion in the world.